Her heart of hearts records the pain,
Places where deep scars remain;
Damaged tissues bear the strain,
Warped and twisted soul.
Kissed by Light, and coaxed by rain,
Wounded places bloom again,
Every scar croons fresh refrain –
Wrinkles make her whole.
I love this so much! Thank you, Melody!
Ah, friend. I haven’t been around the blogging world for months, and find there are some of you that I have missed! How are you these days??
I am not blogging or reading much, but you still come to my inbox ! Yay! I have missed you too!
wonderful words and beautiful shot! … been meaning to ask about Germany 🙂
Ah, she LOVED it so, so much. I’m afraid her summer back home with us and away from the excitement of Europe and friends has been rather dull… I ended up needing minor surgery the very day before I was scheduled to fly out to meet up with her, so I missed out on Rome and other lovely things as well. Sigh. One day…. How are things with you, my friend?